So I think that I've decided on the generation.

EMSNaruto: Thank you very much, hopefully you'll like this one too.

Slytherin'sBlackUnicorn: I hope to keep you interested, they with good name.

Welp: You're right, Martians are shape-shifters. Martians have a lot more powers than just that. Shape shifting, walking through walls, invisibility, invulnerability, resistance to cold, flight, superhuman strength, durability, self-sustenance, multi-senses, tornado breath, breathing under water, and laser vision.

In case anyone was curious K'hym is actually canon DC. She's the Martian Manhunters dead daughter.

On my way to the village of foliage I learned some very important things.

I may have still had my mind, but my body was entirely human.

I couldn't regenerate, I couldn't walk through wall, disappear or see near as well as I used to. My lungs were weak and my senses dulled. I needed to eat to live, I couldn't lift heavy things using only my body.

Most importantly I couldn't sustain myself.

I needed food and water, and so resorted to stealing or 'suggesting' that stuff be given to me. It was irritating, infuriating. I was determined to change it.

In theory I could still shape shift, if I locked onto my body with my mind and forcibly changed the individual cells into what I wanted. I tried it, and nearly killed myself in the attempt. I wouldn't be doing it again.

All I had left was telepathy and telekinesis.

It served me well enough on my way to Konoha. That didn't mean I was any happier being lowered to the status of 'human', a war mongering breed of apes that were only good for television and vengeance seeking.

At least, that's what I had started to think by the time the tall gates of the village loomed above me.

It was almost worryingly easy to push the attention of the gate guards to someone else. All she had to do was stick close to a family that was already so large they were having trouble juggling all of their passports and papers. A little push of attention to the crying tot in the mothers arm, a tug towards the red face of the frustrated father. That was all it took to get into the village.

As I separated from the family out of view of the ninja I realized I had no idea what I was going to do once I was there. I wanted answers, I wanted to know how I got there and what was happening. When I was, what I was to do now that I had no family and no Daiki.

I had spent weeks trooping from the sea to the middle of the forests, tricking and tugging people into sharing with me even when they didn't have much to share in the first place.

I didn't know what to do now that I was there.

There was the obvious answer of 'be a ninja' but I doubted I would make a good one. I didn't like hurting people. I was too much of an empath for it to work well. I couldn't be a ninja, really, it would end terribly. I couldn't kill someone.

I wasn't white after all.

Well, I glanced at my reflection with distaste as I passed a window. I wasn't.

I didn't really feel like risking my luck brainwashing ninja so I stuck to the civilian side of town for the rest of the week, finding a house that belonged to a man on vacation to the Land of Honey. He wouldn't be back for a while, seven months at least according to his neighbors, so I set up camp in his home.

I never turned lights on, never let anyone notice that I was there.

It was just a base, most of my time was spent in the library, sorting through books and scrolls that I probably shouldn't have had access to. I learned a little, about space –time ninja things and various concepts of reincarnation. None of it was something that I didn't already know or that I could find flaws in. Humans were so far behind the rest of the universe….

It was frustrating.

By the end of the third month I had given up on trying to get any help. I didn't even know what I was looking for.

A way home? Home was gone.

A life? I could get one.

Knowledge? I already knew most of that.

So what?

What do you do when your life has no purpose?